_Vir._ I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with 75 my prayers; but I cannot go thither. _Vol._ Why, I pray you? Vir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. _Val._ You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca[2619] 80 full of moths. Come; I would your cambric were sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us. _Vir._ No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth. 85 _Val._ In truth, la, go with me, and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband. _Vir._ O, good madam, there can be none yet. _Val._ Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night. 90 _Vir._ Indeed, madam?[2620] _Val._ In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of our Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are set down before 95 their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing, and to[2621] make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honour; and so,[2622] I pray, go with us. _Vir._ Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every thing hereafter. 100 _Vol._ Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will but[2623][2624] disease our better mirth.[2623] _Val._ In troth, I think she would. Fare you well,[2623] then. Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy[2623] solemness out o' door, and go along with us.[2623][2625] 105 _Vir._ No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I[2623] wish you much mirth.[2623] _Val._ Well then, farewell. [_Exeunt._[2626] SCENE IV. _Before Corioli._ _Enter, with drum and colours_, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Captains _and_ Soldiers. _To them a_ Messenger.[2627] _Mar._ Yonder comes news: a wager they have met.[2628] _Lart._ My horse to yours, no.[2629] _Mar._ 'Tis done. _Lart._ Agreed. _Mar._ Say, has our general met the enemy? _Mess._ They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet. _Lart._ So, the good horse is mine. _Mar._ I'll buy him of you. 5 _Lart._ No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will[2630][2631] For half a hundred years. Summon the town.[2631] _Mar._ How far off lie these armies? _Mess._ Within this mile and half.[2632]